he kept asking me "do you love it? tell me you love it" as I was riding him.
and...?
I told him it was alright.
just asked if they'd gift wrap go-go taquitos for you at 7-eleven
i have no feeling in my penis or fingers but i think it was worth it
we were shitfaced at work by 8pm. I had to stop myself from pouring vodka in everyone's cappuccino.
Used a cardboard box as a pillow and a towel as a blanket. Its like the great depression over here
Moment of the night: you were impatient while I paid for the tequila shots and proceeded to lick and salt MY hand for me. This is why we're roommates.
It was fine until he came back to my place, grabbed a beer, HIGH-FIVED me, and left.
there's a photo set of like seven dicks covered in glitter....i don't know what to do
I think I'm a wingman for every guy who bangs a girl I scarred in highschool.
She failed the Charleston discretion test, although puking in her armpit was very innovative.
I wouldn't call us friends exactly. Honestly I just hang out with him so I can hit on his girlfriend. They won't last long, and I'll be there to pick up the scraps
New low: uploading my contacts into Facebook in an attempt to get the name of the girl I brought home last night.
I'm SO high. And there is so much pudding in this car
that is our friendship pylon, do not lose it
fuck you.
DO NOT LOSE IT
i asked her if she was sure that she was ready to do it and she replied with "come at me bro"
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